I can set up a cot.

[He's done this before, for himself. It isn't the most comfortable: but it will do.]

If I must leave, I can...

[He can what. Yuan rubs at his forehead, shaking his head. Well. Maybe someone else might be willing, but he's not sure if he'd trust anyone else to watch over Kratos.]

I don't know. Perhaps we'll be fortunate and I won't need to leave, but I can't count on that. For now, at least, you should rest.

[Some will be better than none.]